their form and appearance, yet correspond in functional organization, and thereby unitedly attest the fact that "the hand that made them is Divine."

"How poor, how rich, how abject, how august!
How complicate, how wonderful is man!
How passing wonder, He who made him such!"

But an enumeration of the various opportunities for suitable mental and physical occupation and recreation, as presented in the World's Workshop, were too elaborate a theme to enter upon in this place.

I would that it were forcibly impressed on every mind, that man's mission is one of the most paramount importance that his industry, his energy, his enterprise, and his intelligence, form the actual and vital essentials of his happiness. Whether, therefore, we explore the depths of ocean, or the broad expanse of earth, for the materials of thinking, let this, the mind's voyage of discovery, be pursued with bravery and assiduity, whether we would become familiar with the wonders of the sky, through the science of astronomybe made intimate with the strata and periodic changes of the earth's crust, by the systematic arrangement of the rocks, as effected by geology-be made conversant with the flexible, fusible, elastic, ductile, and malleable properties of the earth's substances, by the study of mineralogy-or, in fine, whether we would make ourselves acquainted with "Earth and Animated Nature,"

as classified by the investigations of science, the handmaid of religion, our movements must be propelled by the motives of an indomitable industry ere we can hope to acquire a knowledge of the mysteries concentrated in the encyclopædic repository of the World's Workshop.

THE STUDENT.

INSCRIBED TO THE SENIOR WRANGLER OF CAMBRIDGE, IN 1850.

None but those who have been educated at Cambridge can wholly understand the excitement which pervades that old university town on "Degree Day." * * The first place among the Wranglers, the Senior Wrangler as it is termed, is the very highest honour which the University can bestow; he who earns it may indeed be proud of his position. * * It is a worthy tribute to youthful talent and perseverance, and goes far to reward the happy student for his years of toil and drudgery.-DICKENS'S HOUSEHOLD WORDS.

PALE student, with the burning brain-
The sunken eye-the wasted frame,—

Say, wherefore struggle so to gain
The world's mockery of a name?

I've watched thy rush-light burning low,
When day's faint dawn the eastern sky
Had lit, with sweet familiar glow,

That woke the forest melody.

I've marked thy shadow pacing round,

At lonely midnight's sullen watch,

Thy chamber, as in thought profound

Thou dreamt bright Genius' spark to catch. But, wherefore question?—who need doubt

The pleasure that thy classic lore,

Like fabled mantle, flings about

O'er antique tomes the while ye pore.

The key to Fame's bright cabinet,
Or to Mind's celestial treasures,

Is only gained through covenant
Made at cost of earthly pleasures.
The gorgeous halls of feast and song,
Lit by fair woman's luscious eyes,

May bear the ardent heart along,

Yet at the most but yield surprise.

But in thy chamber, lone and quiet,
Thou minglest with a brighter throng,

Than e'er convened to mix in riot,

Attracted by the witching song.

I love the tones of woman's voice,

And court the song and laugh of mirth, But thine, pale youth, is loftier choiceArcadian glory gilds thy earth.

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To thee, no flower of wilding birth
Hath not its lesson for thy heart;
And veriest insect of the earth

Displays, in some important part,
The wisdom of Supreme design,

That formed, and long hath well sustained,

In one unbroken, boundless line,

An atom-world, by man disdained.

For thee deep Science oft unfolds,
In contemplation's hallowed shade,
The mystery monk and cloister holds-
To industry alone portrayed.
Earth hath no gem too rich or rare,

That eye of Science may not find;

Nor is there branch of human lore

That will not reach the active mind.

The olden halls of Granta claim

The sacred off'ring Genius gives; For, graven on the scroll of Fame,

Her storied worth untarnished lives. Shades of the mighty-glorious dead!

As, ling ring round Cam's classic bowers, The freshman breathes the fragrance shed, Inspire with Hope's exultant powers.